I'm sick and tired of making love songs
I'm sick and tired of looking at my fucking cell phone
I wanna you take you shopping up and down on melrose
But you was always testing me you know I failed those
And everytime I told you yes you told me hell no
So nowadays you for the streets like you Elmo
I've always known I wouldn't study at an institution
I'd rather grind and make some songs so I could start a movement
But you was hating you didn't wanna stay by my side
A couple years I'll be touring you'll be on 9-5
But as I write this I know you pillow talking wit him
About your future maybe have you a couple of kids
I remember that you wanted one boy one girl
Adalynn was the name right
Fucking the same night
Making love to you it's obvious why I came right
Inside you
We never thought about a name for the boy
